I visited a woman, old and gray, her journey of life nearing its winter's end. She settled into an armless rocker and moved gently, slowly back and forth, looking from her view on the porch past the towering magnolia trees that spread the full length of her yard.

"Oh, isn't life wonderful?" she asked, her sweet voice full of Southern accented exuberance, and her faded blue eyes flickering with joy. Over 90 years of living had not dampened her enthusiasm, nor had it slowed her down. "I've been blessed, so very blessed."

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